💿 Lost Dubs 005 – Freedom Will Come (2006)

2006 was a year I was digging deep into dub — not just as a sound, but as a philosophy. Freedom Will Come samples the words of an activist dub poet, echoing with the urgency of struggle and the promise of liberation.

“You can only push a dog around so many times before that dog will turn around and bite you.”

This wasn’t about the polished club floor. It was about the other side of dance music — the protest, the poetry, the call for change. Heavy bass, rolling percussion, and the voice of resistance carried through delay and reverb until it felt like a mantra: freedom will come.

Lost Dubs 005 - Freedom Will Come (2006)

Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI., lyrics are protected under the US Copyright laws
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
Not for commercial use.

lyrics are in here too lower.. This is a mirror for the quiet storms— for those who move like water but strike like lightning. ⚡

This track is not just music; it's a spiritual fingerprint—a battle cry for the forged souls. For those who’ve walked through fire, who’ve been scarred but stand taller because of it. This is for those who know the weight of the world but still carry their truth like a crown.

As a Chinese Water Ox with Enneagram Type 2 energy, I stand in the space between the tide and the flame, as patient as the ocean, as nurturing as fire, as unshakable as mountains. If you’re the kind of soul who gives love fiercely but freezes out betrayal, who builds bridges but burns illusions, then this anthem is your warrior’s hymn. 🌊🔥🛡️

This isn’t for the faint-hearted or the unwilling to look deep. It’s for those who can hear the echoes in the quiet, who understand the power of resilience, self-realization, and truth when everything else feels like an illusion. It’s not about shining for others or chasing fleeting crowns. This is about standing in your own sacred space and knowing you are enough, no matter the storm.

This is not about fitting in, seeking approval, or playing nice with those who want you to shrink. It’s not for the ones who refuse to look beyond the surface or for those who want everything handed to them without having earned it. This is for the warriors—those who know that the battle is within, and that true power comes from embracing the struggle and rising from it stronger. 💥

If you feel this, you’re already one of us. The rest? Let them find their way. This is for those who understand the cost of the crown—not the ones who want it handed to them, but the ones who earned it with fire. 🔥👑

To my Ox/Type 2 kin:
🌊 You know the weight of loyalty and the cost of silent strength...
🔥 You recognize when helping others becomes sacred rebellion...
⚡ You’ve felt the rage of water —slow, then unstoppable.

—This is us.

Truth is truth, no matter the tongue. But today, let the riddim speak.*

🛠️ CREDITS:

    Vibe: If Marcus Garvey and Lao Tzu produced a roots album

    Key Lyrics: "Forged in the flood" (Water Ox) / "Feed the weak — leave the wolves to whine" (Type 2)

    Sound Alchemy: 70s dub echoes, wuxia stillness, Nyabinghi heartbeat

🎧 #Tags:
#WaterOxAnthem #Enneagram2 #ReggaeTruth #SacredRebellion #QuietStormMusic

(Chorus)
Who I am? Just watch I rise
In the fire, through truth, no disguise
I don't chase crowns, don't beg no man
Forged in the flood, still I stand

(Verse 1)
Step 'way, let I chant the tone
Not just flesh — I'm more than bone
Born in the system but I break that chain
Every verse I spit, purify the pain

See, Babylon love the surface shine
But I reason deep, seek the higher sign
Dem build illusions, I move through mist
Truth like a blade — it twist when it hits

(Verse 2)
Me no drown in emotion tide
Still waters hold the rage inside
Shape the pain like a blade refined
Silent forge where the stars align

Dem call it 'soft' when I choose to heal
But deep wells quench the rebel's zeal
Type 2 love with a Oxen spine
Feed the weak — leave the wolves to whine

(Bridge)
Don't take my silence for weakness seen
I read the stars and dream between
Carry loads most man would drop
But I don't bow, I rise to the top

(Final Chorus)
It's the weight I carry, but I don't break
I plant with faith, and the harvest great
Not just riddim — this a sacred cry
For the voiceless, for I and I

So if you chant truth, then chant with I
If your heart stay clean, we rise high
But bring deceit? I sight that clear
This soul don't flinch, and it don't know fear

(Outro - whispered)
Babylon can't bind I soul...
Jah light I road...

Who I Am in Babylon.mp3

Es schnürt mir die Brust, wenn ich sehe, was aus dem geworden ist, was einst das heilige Band der Liebe war. Keine Augen mehr, die sich still begegnen, keine zitternden Hände beim ersten Berühren — stattdessen flackern da Trugbilder über glänzende Scheiben, und junge Menschen hauchen einander Liebesschwüre durch Geräte zu, als wäre das Fleisch überflüssig geworden. Alles ist schnell, laut, verspielt, aber innerlich leer, wie ein hohles Hostienbrot ohne Segen. Und doch spüre ich etwas Weiches, ein heimliches Ziehen, wenn sie einander schreiben, dass sie traurig sind und es gleichzeitig wissen, und wie sie lachen, obwohl alles brennt. Es ist eine Liebe ohne Ordnung, ohne Gnade, aber nicht ohne Sehnsucht. Und diese Sehnsucht, ja — sie ist mir vertraut, auch wenn mir alles andere entgleitet.

Zoomer Love (German Dub Version)

Es macht mich traurig, wenn jemand sagt, das Handy sei wichtiger als der Mensch neben ihm. Nicht wegen des Geräts an sich, sondern weil es zeigt, wie schwer uns echte Nähe fällt. Man lenkt sich ab, statt sich auszuhalten. Früher hat man sich auch entzogen – mit Arbeit, Alkohol, dem Fernseher, dem Sportplatz. Heute ist es eben das Display. Der Unterschied ist: Das Handy gibt einem das Gefühl, ständig verbunden zu sein, während man innerlich immer einsamer wird. Wer liebt, muss hinschauen, zuhören, auch das Schweigen aushalten. Das kostet Kraft. Ein Touchscreen reagiert leichter als ein Mensch. Aber er erwidert nichts.

Love Me Like Your Mobile Phone (German Dub Version)

🎵 Vinho do Porto (Dub) – Unbekannter Künstler
She came to Porto chasing sunlight and wine —
but one glass turned into obsession.

Now she floats in echo...
A voice lost in reverb,
A memory soaked in ruby red.

This is dub for the haunted.
Wine with delay. Desire with bass.
Every echo pulls her deeper. Every beat remembers him.

💋 Red lips, no plan, no name.
🔊 Whispers in the glass...
📍 Still in her blood. Still in her phone.

LYRICS:

I wore red lips...
No plan. No name.
Just chasing sun.
Just chasing wine.

You looked back —
From a glass of gold.
You smiled...
Like secrets never told.

You weren’t just wine —
You were a game.
Played me sweet —
Then changed your name.

Oooooh, Vinho do Porto — sweeter than Bordeaux,
You kissed me slow... now you won’t let go.
One sip... one lie... and now I know.

Touched my tongue,
Claimed my breath.
A velvet crime,
Dressed as depth.

I’m in bed —
But not alone.
You're in my blood.
You're in my phone.

I tried to leave...
Tried to pack.
But darling,
You just pull me back.

Oooooh, Vinho do Porto — sweeter than Bordeaux,
You kissed me slow... now you won’t let go.
One sip... one lie... and now I know.

Vinho do Porto (Dub)

Also… äh, Kaffee und Sauna in Finnland… ja… das gehört da wohl irgendwie zusammen, hab ich mal gehört. Oder gelesen. Vielleicht auch nur auf einer Verpackung. Ich mein, ich trink ja auch gern Kaffee, wer nicht? Aber dass man das da so richtig… zelebriert, mit Aufgüssen und allem drum und dran – und dann noch Kaffee dazu? Also, ich stell mir das ehrlich gesagt ein bisschen komisch vor, da zu sitzen, klatschnass, und dann ’ne Tasse Kaffee in der Hand zu haben. Oder machen die das danach? Oder davor? Ich weiß es wirklich nicht genau. Aber es klingt irgendwie sehr… finnisch. Ruhig, heiß, dampfend, mit viel Stille. Ganz anders als hier. Also ich kann da jetzt nichts Fundiertes zu sagen, aber ich denke mal – das hat da bestimmt seine kulturelle Bedeutung, so wie bei uns… ja… Frühstück oder so.

This is Finland (German Dub)

Ich sag's Ihnen jetzt mal ganz direkt, ja?
Weil mir hier gerade der Kaffee kalt geworden ist...
(langer Dub-Echo)
…und das passt perfekt zur Lage.

Der schottische Fußball?
Ein lauwarmer Schluck aus der Pfütze.
Früher: Bollwerk.
Heute: Gegurke, Rumgestochere, null Biss!
(lacht höhnisch)
Null. Idee. – null Idee! (Dub-Scratches)

BANG!
Hampden Park explodiert —
Doch nur im Traum, Bruder.
Heute klären sie gegen Liechtenstein ins Aus!
89. Minute!
(Delay-Echo: Auuuuus... Auuus...)

Funktionäre mit Ausverkauf-Krawatten
sprechen von „Entwicklung“…
…doch da entwickelt sich höchstens:
LANGEWEILE!
(Synth-Flächen plötzlich abbrechen)

Ich mein, ganz ehrlich...
Da wär ich am liebsten SELBER…
auf den Platz gerannt...
mit kaltem Kaffee in der Hand.
(Reverse-Tape-Swoosh)
Und dann: WACHGEMACHT!

☕ Cold coffee... on the touchline,
⚽ No fight, no pride, no sign.
🧥 Ties from the sale and plans on repeat,
🎤 But all I hear... is defeat.

Was ist aus Hampden geworden?!
Früher: da gab’s auf die Socken!
Heute?
Ein müder Haufen in kurzen Hosen
…der Ball ist heiß wie mein Kaffee –
LAUWARM!

Ich sag nur eins:
Liechtenstein.
89. Minute.
Ball.
INS.
AUS.
(echo: aus... aus... aus...)

Got Banned in Scotland (German Dub)

☕⚽ Cold Coffee in Hampden Park (German Dub)
by Unbekannter Künstler

Welcome to the most aggressive cup of coffee ever brewed.

This isn’t just dub.
It’s a ranting monologue from the edge of madness, echoed into infinity.
It’s Scottish football heartbreak, filtered through German sarcasm and bass-heavy delirium.
It’s what happens when you show up at Hampden Park with nothing but a cold mug and too many opinions.

🎙️ Angry vocals drenched in echo.
🎚️ Dub delays gone rogue.
💥 Breaks that collapse like a back four in the 89th minute.
⚡ Lightning. Stadium chants. Meltdown.

From the whispered intro to the apocalyptic outro — this is football analysis as a dub exorcism.

Cold Coffee in Hampden Park (German Dub)

Es war nicht der Kaffee. Es war das Prinzip.
A machine denied him sugar — and unleashed a dub monologue of presidential despair.

This track is a brutalist dub requiem for authority, ego, and vending machine betrayal. Merging Spoken Word German with glitchy echo FX, siren drops, tape hiss, and deep sub-bass, it drifts between minimal paranoia and explosive satire.

Imagine: a wounded police president facing existential collapse in a flickering corridor of bureaucracy. One cup. No sugar.
One ego. No becher.
Just vinyl crackle, coffee drips, and der Apparat whispering “nein.”

🎧 Dub / Spoken Word German / Siren FX / Political Meltdown / Viennese Madness

Es war nicht der Kaffee.
Es war das Prinzip.

Ich stand dort…
Mit meiner Befehlsgewalt,
meiner Autorität,
meiner Präsidialwürde —

und der Automat…
verweigerte den Dienst.

Kein Zucker.
Kein Becher.
Nichts.

Nur ein mechanisches,
gleichgültiges
Surren.

Ich habe Kriminalreformen durchgesetzt.
Ich habe Minister zum Schweigen gebracht.
Ich habe eigenhändig Kottan suspendiert.
Sieben Mal in einer Woche!

Aber dieser Automat…
dieser Blechbürokrat ohne Herz…
ignorierte mich.

Und ich stand da.
Mit meiner Tasse.
Leer.

Was bleibt einem Mann…
der sein Leben dem Apparat gewidmet hat…
wenn selbst der Apparat ihn verrät?

Vielleicht war es ein Aufstand.
Ein stiller Putsch…
aus dem Inneren
der Verwaltung.

Vielleicht…
hatte er sich mit dem Getränkeautomaten
im dritten Stock
verbündet.

Ich fühlte mich…
verlassen.
Von der Technik.
Vom Staat.
Vom Aroma.

The Coffee Vending Machine (German Dub)

“I just wanted to… quickly use the restroom…”
“…and now my dessert is gone.”

A musical meltdown in sub-bass and satire.
A dub sermon delivered by a furious nutritionist who’s had enough.

“The Nutrition Limbo” is a low-frequency protest against food hype,
a deep echo chamber where “protein bomb” becomes a crime,
and grill chicken from a parking-lot food truck is declared a metabolic insult.

🎛️ Glitchy delay FX, marimba sparkles, dub brass, sub-bass chaos
🎵 Kalorienclown, Kalorienclown…
📉 Pitch drops, scream samples, and one final rimshot of truth

This is groove-based nutritional philosophy for those who know
that biological value matters more than Instagram macros —
and that sometimes… even a tire has more nutritional worth.

Lyrics:

"Ich wollte nur kurz... auf die Toilette..."
"…und mein Dessert ist weg."

Als passionierter…
und renommierter Ernährungswissenschaftler…
muss ich – mit allem mir verbliebenen Anstand –
darauf hinweisen:

„The Nutrition Limbo“ ist ein kulinarisches Armutszeugnis.
Unterkomplex.
Infam.
Eine Verhöhnung ernährungsphysiologischer Realität.

🎵 "PROTEINBOMBE!" (glitched)

Inflationär verwendet!
Kontextlos!
Ein Schlag ins Gesicht…
für alle mit Resthirn!

Was ist mit...
biologischer Wertigkeit?
Fettbegleitstoffe?
Glykämischer Last?

🌴 Marimba sparkles, angelic synths swirl
But then — 📉

"Grillhendl vom Parkplatzimbiss sei gesund?"
"ICH BITTE SIE!!"

Selbst ein AUTOREIFEN hat mehr Nährwert!
🎵 (dub echo: Reif’n… Reif’n…)
🎚️ Pitch drop: “Go vegan or go void…”

🎵 Kalorienclown, Kalorienclown!
🎵 Schreit ins Mikro, doch keiner schaut.
🎵 Algorithmus macht sein Essen schlau...
🎵 Und das Dessert? Klaut... man ihm auch.

🌀 (echo: „auch… auch… auch…“)

Aber gut…
wer sich freiwillig zum musikalischen Kalorienclown stilisiert…
darf sich über eine gewisse metabolische Tragik nicht wundern.

🎚️ slow dub brass + low detuned piano chord

Wenig Substanz.
Viel Geräusch.
Aber immerhin… im Takt.
"Unfassbar."
🎵 (melodic echo: baaar… baar… baaar...)

The Nutrition Limbo (German Dub)

A satirical dub anthem about gym culture, emotional avoidance, and the absurd theatre of so-called “bromance.”
Grunts, protein bars, and power poses — but beneath the muscle: fear, emptiness, and a desperate craving for connection.

This isn’t closeness.
It’s performance.
With creatine.

Lyrics:

Ich sag’s Ihnen offen.
Ganz offen.
Das hier?
Ist kein Sozialverhalten.

Dieses ganze Gerede —
Bromance im Fitnessstudio —
ist nichts weiter
als ein Symptom kollektiver
Begriffsverblödung.

Da stehen sie,
emotional unterentwickelt,
suchend nach Nähe
und verstecken sie…
hinter einem popkulturellen Kunstwort,
das klingt wie ein Getränk auf Sojabasis.
Bromance Zero.
Mit Extra Vanille.

Was ich da sehe?
Keine Bindung.
Nur: groteske Inszenierung.
Nähe im Trikot.
Disziplin statt Dialog.
Pump statt Gefühl.

Der eine spielt den General.
Der andere — Adjutant.
Nicht weil sie müssen.
Sondern weil sie nichts anderes kennen.
Nichts anderes aushalten.

Die Geräuschkulisse:
Grunzen.
Metallklirren.
Proteinriegel zwischen den Zähnen.
Und dazwischen:
pseudophilosophische Monologe
mit der Eleganz einer Klimmzugstange.

Sie sagen, sie wachsen.
Ich sehe nur:
Vermeidung.
Regelwerk.
Repetition.
Ein Tanz…
Ein hilfloser Tanz —
um die eigene
Leerstelle.

Das ist keine Bindung.
Das ist keine Nähe.
Das ist... Theater.
Mit Creatin.
Und Angst.

Ein Raum voller Muskeln.
Und keiner weiß,
wo’s weh tut.

Bromance  (German Dub)

South of nowhere

Sunryez Official

Break it down

Born from the collaboration between Rumble and Monk C, this debut offering delivers two sides of one truth. Raw sound system heritage reimagined for now.

“Do Ya Ting” is a stripped-back statement. Dub-infused percussion, basslines that breathe, and a groove that refuses to compromise. A rhythm for those who know the power of doing things your own way.

Do Ya Ting [CLIP]

A dark and spooky reggae dub song with original lyrics.

The Things I've Seen

“FAKE LINK ” — a real-talk anthem for the digital age.
Mabrak drops truth on the modern illusion — the sweet talk, the filters, the fake love, the dopamine traps.
Every line expose how online energy don’t always match real-world loyalty.

🔥 Vibes: Reggae x Street Consciousness
💡 Message: Don’t get fooled by the pretty link — protect your peace, your data, and your heart.
🎙️ Produced by: MABRAK MUSIK
📍 Digital Defend Sound | Legacy in Every Line

FAKE LINK

“King of Kings” — a next-gen anthem where roots stand firm in a modern world.
Mabrak blend reggae soul wid hip-hop fire — digital riddim, ancient truth.

Inspired by the teachings of H.I.M. Emperor Haile Selassie I,
the King of Kings who remind di Earth about dignity, justice, and higher conscience.
His words echo through di baseline — “Until the color of a man’s skin is of no more significance…”
A call fi righteousness, unity, and overstanding.

Every verse remind dem:
Man build system, but man still run di vibe — spirit higher than machine, truth higher than illusion.

🎙️ Vibe: Reggae x Hip-Hop x Rasta Consciousness
💽 From: Digital Defend Sound — real energy, no imitation.
💡 Message: Stand sovereign. Stay original. Hold a firm meditation in a world full of copies.

King of Kings

Music created with AI, using the full text of Walt Whitman’s homonymous poem. 🎧
Música criada com IA a partir do poema homônimo completo de Walt Whitman. 🌿🎶

From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me,
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.

Song of the Open Road

I’ve always been an improbable mix — a clueless amateur artist and a curious hacker full of them. Maybe it comes from my equally odd background: half dancer, half systems analyst.

At the dawn of the internet, I fell in love with Blogger, created Tempoética, and somehow ended up featured as a Blog of Note. Pure luck. Years later, armed with a cybershot and zero training, I made videodance experiments and small documentaries. One of them eventually became a feature film, selected for the São Paulo International Film Festival and In-Edit Brasil. Still trying to figure out how.

I’ve never stopped being amazed at how technology keeps expanding the playground of creativity — giving dreamers like me a chance to play, remix, and get lost in the process.

Now I’m exploring the wild frontier of artificial intelligence — blending AI-generated music with verses from my favorite poets — turned into the songs I always wished real artists had made — while also bringing in my own original tracks.

Welcome to Neural Verses.
Half wonder, half bug — nothing but experimentation. 🎧

———

Sempre fui uma mistura improvável — um artista amador sem noção e um hacker curioso cheio delas. Talvez venha do meu passado igualmente estranho: metade dançarino, metade analista de sistemas.

Nos primórdios da internet, me apaixonei pelo Blogger, criei o Tempoética e, sem entender muito bem como, acabei virando destaque como Blog of Note. Pura sorte. Anos depois, com uma cybershot e zero formação, fiz experimentos de videodança e documentários. Um deles acabou se tornando um longa-metragem, selecionado para a Mostra Internacional de Cinema de São Paulo e para o In-Edit Brasil. Até hoje tentando entender.

Nunca deixei de me espantar com a forma como a tecnologia amplia o parque de diversões da criatividade — dando a delirantes como eu a chance de brincar, remixar e se perder no processo.

Agora estou explorando a fronteira selvagem da inteligência artificial — misturando código e versos dos meus poetas favoritos pra criar canções que eu sempre quis que algum artista de verdade tivesse feito., além minhas próprias composições e letras.

Bem-vindo ao Versos Neurais.
Metade encanto, metade bug — pura experimentação. 🎧

NOT HERE TO TRADE HOLLOW FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW NOR NEED LIKES OR ANY PROPOSAL, TY!

"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

DJ/producer since 1997, Toronto-born accomplice is a proudly genre-fluid selector with deep roots in Montreal’s underground.

From early residencies with iDJ and Junglist Fridays at Blue Dog, to his time in South Korea where he held down slots at Vinyl Underground (Busan), Konkrete Jungle Seoul, and festivals like Pentaport, accomplice has always thrived where bass meets boundary-pushing energy.

Now based lakeside in cottage country north of Toronto, accomplice continues to move dance floors in unexpected ways—bridging decades of influence through sets that blend depth, soul, and surprise.

Releases:
2008 – Celestial Conspiracy – Waterwings EP [CC001R]
2009 – Substruk Records – Babylon EP [SUB007]
2010 – Bludclot Recordings – Loose [BLUDCLOTdigital005]
2010 – Monkey Dub Records – My Sound
2010 – Steppaheadz Recordz – Freedom Will Come

Mail: jamieson@accomplicated.ca
Booking: booking@accomplicated.ca
Management: management@accomplicated.ca

☀️ Sunryez sounds are fueled by pure passion and curiosity - a special blend of reggae-fusion, hip-hop, downtempo, island-trap, dubtronica, and global beats into something new and invigorating— like stepping into a world you didn’t know existed. Sunryez doesn't care about trends or pop algorithms — he’s manifesting a new vibe in music, one beat at a time, with nothing but heart and intuition as the guide.

His sound is raw and boundless, a global mashup fueled by heavy basslines, rich rhythms, and an ear for the unexpected. Sunryez pulls inspiration from everywhere—organic sounds from nature, vintage samples, and the latest breakthroughs in audio technology—recycling and reshaping them into music that transcends traditional genre lines. It’s about breaking the mold and finding freedom in reinvention.

“I just do it for the ❤️ love, people!”

We are an Independent label and collective based in the UK. 
We release music we believe in — raw, honest, and not chasing trends. From deep ambient to heavy bass, it’s all about sound that connects.

We handle everything ourselves, from recording to mastering, and work with artists who carve their own path.

Limited runs, unique projects, no algorithms.

For demos or collaborations, email innawavesmusic@hotmail.com

Dub music, instrumentals and satirical songs.

No more bass playing, no more blues, no more dope, no more work, and no star to follow. Just the night and its infinite protection. Those who feel it know it!

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